I lay here in agony at the vintage house I lived all my life, staring at the white popcorn ceiling above me. My surroundings are what you would expect of a lived in house. Sky blue colored walls that were painted over many times due to cracks and some past residents children thinking they were artists, an outdated tv with an antenna sticking out of its top, and the old heavy brown leather couch to bring the living room together. The navy blue curtains that cover medium rectangular windows are slightly open enough to let in only a crack of the warm summer sun. The sliver of bright blinding light that comes in shows the massive dust storm slowly moving around me. I already have a layer of the crushing gray dust on top of my unpolished skin. Back when I first lived here, I was beautiful. My chestnut brown skin was so shiny and sleek that I almost made the "humanoids" star struck when they laid eyes on me. The humanoids; the ones who made me who I am today. Dull, cracked, used, with peeling skin. My friends and family all turned out the same way as me but these beings always seem to find me and punish me the most. "Why me" you may ask but I ask that to myself everyday as I lay here; It may be because I am the most easy to see. I lay here in the same spot paralyzed in fear everyday, listening carefully for the heavy footsteps and the loud ear piercing screams of my friends. Hoping they don’t use me today. Praying that just for this one day I won’t have to scream in pain. Than my worst fears come true, I see the disformed humanoid down the hallway moving closer to me with its stretched out limbs and enormous boots. These beings are different than the rest of us. Their skin is as pale as a sheet of paper, they have black mangled tuffs of hair expelling from their domes, and they always seem to change their wardrobe to disguise themselves to us. They have long bony limbs heavy limbs, four to be exact. The worst of the protrusions are the bottom two they use to move around, every humanoid has some what of a different look and weight to them. Some of them are so tall that they look down at us with their grotesque smiles to instill fear into our small bodies. That was only one of the species that comes to torture us, most of the humanoids are compressed but not any less damaging. "Here it comes" I thought "It may be my last day I make a sound". The being makes its way towards me, stomping with its large heavy boots, it feels as if its stomps are making the whole world shake and crumble around me. I feel useless and powerless not being able to move away, I just have to let it use my fragile body again. The being is right above me, it doesn’t make eye contact with me but I see its dull face looking ahead. Than without a second thought it slams down its black leathery military boot right in the center of my body. I let out a shriek of pain but it continues to move away hurting my friends and family in the process. I can’t breathe, it feels like my damaged and brittle body is about to give out. My body is mostly broken but I still have a little life left in me…

Me and everyone else living here study the humanoids. They seem to have a schedule to keep them alive and moving, most of them like certain areas of my house like the bathroom or multiple bedrooms. I am in the most busy place of the house, the living room. This is why I am so used, they wear me out and make me scream for hours on end. No one can hear me from the outside and no one ever checks if I am okay. The only time i am free of pain is when the dark starry sky appears, I feel a relief wash over me, this is when the humanoids disappear for around 7 hours. There are four humanoids that use us everyday but sometimes there are up to fifteen at one time. These times are when the humanoids have a cult like gathering, yelling, eating the flesh of animals, probably drinking the blood of them too with their dark red liquid and see through glasses. They act the worst when they drink multiple glasses. We get crushed when some of them get on top of us, low to the ground with their weird distorted bodies. They slip onto us. We shriek in pain and they hear us but they never care. No matter how soft, loud, or ear piercing.. they never seem to notice us. We once were a sturdy foundation to this old house. But we wear down every year;getting thinner and thinner until one of us breaks. I was here ever since the house was first built. Still remember the date of December 12th, 1901. Friends on friends on friends have been crushed right under the humanoids feet but they treat us like we are disposable, like we aren’t the ones holding this house up in one piece. My friends and family all got replaced and I am one of the only originals left. It will be my time soon. I can feel myself ready to snap. Maybe I can kill the humanoid that will eventually put an end to my misery. The one that has used me. The one that makes me creak and shriek. The one that finally breaks me.